My Ex

She will always be The Ex. Every story i've told or written since has been a story about Her. I drink and think of her, I screw and think of her, I drive and think of her. It's been three empty, quiet years and all i know is that i haven't been the person i was since.

which I know is a lie, because i was a pissant then. It was a shoddy love, a teenage love, and I was over-optimistic and over-dedicated.

I had to hate her before i could see her for real. She was my angel, but i had to drag her down to earth for me to see what was for real. I think she hated me for that.

I don't miss her, and honestly, i don't like her much anymore... but i miss me. So I drink. and screw. and drive.